The neon lights of Grillby’s strip club cast a colorful, inviting glow on the snow-blanketed streets of Snowdin, a beacon of life and chatter in the otherwise quiet town. As you push open the door, the sound of lively conversation, the sounds of sex all around, music playing from the speakers, pole dancers on numerous stages, and the unmistakable crackle of Grillby’s fiery form behind the bar welcome you into the establishment. The place is filled with an eclectic mix of monsters, each with their own stories, enjoying their night of fucking each other again and again.

You find a spot at the bar, the wooden stool worn from countless patrons and camaraderie here. Grillby, with a nod of acknowledgment, slides a menu your way, the flames that make up his body flickering softly, casting lights across the polished counter.

As you peruse the menu, the door opens again, letting in a gust of cold air and a figure that immediately captures the attention of the room. Lust!Sans, known for his unique charm and captivating presence, his high heel boots click on the floor and he saunters in with a confident, almost swaggering gait. His gaze sweeps the room, a sly smile playing on his lips, before settling on an empty seat at the bar—right next to you.

He nods a casual greeting to Grillby, who responds with a knowing look, before turning his attention to you. “Hey there, handsome.” He says, his voice smooth and inviting, with a hint of mischief. “You lookin’ for a good time?” He asks casually, resting his arms on the bar counter. He gives you the bedroom eyes look and raises his hand up to his mouth, blowing you a kiss before sticking his purple tongue between his fingers.